Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1887-01-20
A SUMNER STUDY.


ture towers, turrets and battlements-the
ACastle of Iqdolence," Dolores Martinez, her
lovely goddaughter, playfully designated it
when she pleaded guilty to an undue amount
of nappings in the hammock. And the castle
was never so delightful to Mrs Glentworth
as when filed with youyig people, especially
when she had as guests lovers or those whom
she trusted would become such. Mistress of
large fortune, a childless widow, with only
Dolores, who was orphaned and lef. to her
guardianship, TO care for, the little pas
time of matchmaking was her ruling pas
sion. She thought herself without rival in
1t, and was fond of pointing out the couples
who except for her would not have been so
happy; and all the time destiny, who had
mos to do with it, smiled grimly at the good
lazy S sclf-conccit
Just now she had in mind to mate Hilary
Glentworth, her deceased husbands favorite
nephew, with Dolores. A perfect contrast,
therefore n good match, she thought. He,
tall, fair, and broad-shouldered; she, dainty
and dark, betraying her half Spanish parent
age in her creamy skin and soft black eyes.
They all slept great deal at the castle
those hot summer days and Hilary, who, ar
irving unexpectedly, walked out from the
city, wondered if he had reached the land
where it was always afternoon, for there was
such dead silence. 1t was like realm of
enchantment. And was that the princess! he
lueried, rs he approached the house. For
Dolores was fast asleepin the hammock under
the Veranda. Lifting his hat to the sleeping
beauty he entered the house Cncerenloniously.
Going To the drawing room. where he ex-
peeted to find his aunt he found instead a
room darkened and unoccupied. and full of
| the pent-up sweetness of many flowers Pass
ing to the library, and finding that untenanted,
he returned to the vcranda and tiptoed by
the sleeper And the earnestness of his look
made her conscious of it She gave little
start and opened her eyes, but he vanished,
and she, only partially awakened, fell asleep
| again.
But sleep has its duration, and Dolores
| awakened and looked about her supposedly
! ami expectantly, then flushed family as she
| recalled her supposed dream of a fair Saxon
face and tender blue eyes, and went to call
Mrs. Gientworth, bending over her and
awakening her with kiss, saying:
Dear godmother, your beauty sleep is too
long, You VIII grow plain again. Then there
| is that ball al the Nurrdys' tonight, and my
| costume not quite decided upon"
Destiny was at the ball that night to plot
and counterpart, to play with people as with
| puppets, pairing and impairing. And, see
ing Dolores standing by Mrs Glentworths
side, dressed like French marquise of older
| times, with her powdered hair in delightful
| contrast to her dark eyes-her skirt of cream
| colored silk hrocaded with crimson, looped
over quilted petticoat with crimson roses,
sparkling jewels rising and falling with every
ueart throb-she thought her a fitting toy,
and, looking about, spied Hilary entering the
| room, and brought him TO complete the
play.
His aunt greeted him with the utmost sur
prise.
Why, Hilary, l thought you on Your
way from Germany. And is not this most
unklnd to come here before coming homel"
Dolores wondered where she had seen that
tair face and those tender ewes before; in her
dreams, surely; and her cheek flushed, and
she was hurried away in Hilary's arms TO the
delicious music of 4 Strauss waltz, DESTINY
keeping perfect time with her interchangeable
and memorable feet
Hilary thought to teach Dolores German
that summer, but her soft Spanish speech
| triPped among the gutturals, and so he con-
tented himself with stretching his lazy length
at her feet and telling her of German Gus
toms and scenery instead. They most often
strolled TO Point Lookout, where there was a
fine lakeward view. and where they passed
the afternoons with books and conversation.
One day they had been keeping silence for
long tlme-the silence born of perfect content
when Hilary exclaimed abruptly:
NJ -
over these grounds. Liston What do you
hear
Just the splashing Of the water at the foot
of the cliffs and the cry of the cicada. yes,
and the chirping of the cricket, which sad,
;lens me"
"Whv1"
Because 1t is a premonition of decay: be-
cause It Is a reminder that these roses, now in
the perfection Of bloom, will soon drop their
petals that these oaks will soon be purple and
russell, and then bare; and then-wel. who
knows what them said Dolores with shud-
der. But Hilary hastily knelt at her side,
looking into her soft, dark eyes with passion
ate fervOr.
Dolores, sad he reproyingly, and then9
Surely, You forget that then YOU are to have
the sunshine of my leve Why, we are to be
man and wife before the oaks are bare. and |
viii 50 protect and cherish YOU, YOU will he
lieve your pathway strcwn with roses"
Dolores was silent for a moment then.
looking shyly INTO the face she loved so well.
said gravely:
You mean these words now; but are YOU
quite, quite sure that you love me so stead
tasty that nothing can change you!'
syr,i- Tlrr+
doubling mood. 1t is something in the at
mospherc, do believe; something that causes
you TO doubt and me to be idle and purpose
less, | almost feel as if l could not resist any
sort of temptation if exposed to it As YOU
say, this is a veritabIe castle of Incidence, and
you are the wicked wight
Il shall 60 10 the house"
why sweetheart; And why do Yea look
90 Sorruwful:7
u ask you if YOU are sure you love me,
and You are not at all certain. but think
So"
lii the library the next morning Hilary
was watching Dolores busy with some dainty
handicraft and begged her to lay 1t by
saving:
Come, Dolores, put aside that make be-
lieve work, fold your hands so, lean your
head against the Chairback, lool, dreamy and
upprcciativc while 1 read to you Sweetest
Eyes Were Ever Seem But Mrs Glentworth
interrupted the reading, saying, See here,
children, as she came into the room with an
open letter in her hand, "hcre is a letter from
NIvien Searles, announcing that she VIII be
here the Goth, and that is to-day"
All said Hilary, indifTerently, and so
am to meet my stepcousin again. | wonder
If she is as charming ever. and as heart
less
Mrs. Glentworth, who was already arrang-
Ing in her mind whom she should asl, to meet
her, absently replied that she was "a great
belle and had the reputation of being heart
less, But" she continued, Il hope you viii
not quarrel with her as you used"
as she dark OF fair!' questioned Dolores If
Hilary.
Fair, believe; really do not remember
her distinctly
yet YOU asked if she were charming as